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So little of what we observe, is the herself.
Elaborate, coiffeurs. Adieu D'Amour.
is the heirs ballroom.
Let the give you presents.
pours from her throat,
as she and as she dances.
The of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping,
in the air.
My mouth and wishing.
But I return to nightingale.
Her hair all red.
it is and wild.
My will be fed.
Boys whipped on the of Diana,
sometimes until died.
The cunning, merchant,
and his crippled horses.
Tales in warlike manner.
The by the fire.
While deeply on this sight,
the songster my desire.
You are sweet and to listen to.
Long about your neck.
Yet is false.
mighty evening, I've seen no face.
This is crushing me. My it aches.
Turn loose the swans drew my poets craft.
I'll in desolate cities.
You my wings.
I leave ode,
splendid victorious the carnage.
I to touch them all.